Bell was a poor girl, but she was smart

She had no time for men, only the arts.

One day he came, with the tongue of a snake 

Told her pray and he’d take her away

From all the poverty, soreness, and shame

With twinkling eyes and fresh little face

She wiped her tears and went his way

They were married on a whim 

She had eyes only for him

The Beast, he beat her by the day

And though she was rich, her soul was ashamed 

Before she knew, she was three months on 

A belly swollen not from bruises alone 

An insurance policy set in her name was the one consolation amidst the pain

She plotted to leave and take the money

“Oh, yes dear”, “So sorry, honey”

One day she cooked dinner, set it on the table 

Took a couple bites and saved it for later

Her pulse was in her throat as she watched him eat 

And then wheeze and choke

She called the police and filed a report. 

Everyone said it must have been his heart.

A phone call was made, the money approved 

An assurance that all the hard times were through

Tonight she could rest easy for the sake of the man. 

The Beauty of the Beast was green in her hand. 

Bell was a poor girl, but she was smart. 

She had no time for men, only the arts.